Tuesday, August 23, 2011

"For a second he became a door, unhinged: he was flying through his mind, through the air around himself and Harold, like a malevolent magic carpet, a door become a blade cutting through the air: a dull razor for the severing - hacking - of veins and arteries and anything blood flows through."

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

presidential portrait

I see Bush back in 2003
wearing that childlike grin:
he's thinking

--If me and Donald and Dick
drop a cuppla nukes on Iraq and shit
I can build a slip-n-slide in the backyard

and fill it with beer!